In a Corner of the World

In a Corner of the World

In a corner of the world,

silence trembles in the air.

A cat stretches slowly,

claiming warmth that wants to slip away.

A book lies open,

pages waiting for truths we never say,

thoughts drifting like ghosts

that never settle, only linger.

Children’s laughter rises,

sharp as memory,

echoing through places

that once felt safe.

Bubbles lift and vanish,

small moments breaking

before we can hold them,

bright for a breath, gone in the next.

The old tree stands scarred,

roots gripping the earth in defiance.

Its leaves whisper warnings

from years that cut deep.

In its shadow we stop,

pulled into the weight of it all,

breathing through storms

we never asked to weather.

Every tick of the clock

reminds us of what slips away,

ordinary moments

that shape a life without mercy.

In a world racing forward,

we slow our steps,

searching for strength

in the quiet that remains.